OLIVER
The confidence within the man would drain away, but not because of the bow and arrow. No. He actually managed to land the target, which was a major confidence booster. The thing that killed him was that they had to move on. No longer would he be working with something that he was surprisingly proficient with. No. Instead he'd be working with something he's never even held in his life. His nervousness would show through, but he'd continue to remain quiet. His eyes were soft and a small frown had formed on his lips.
Reaching forward, he plucked up a long sword. Was there a method to pick out the proper weapon? Probably. If there was, the blonde didn't know it. Deimos had demonstrated a set of movements, ones that he could understand in his head, but they still seemed complex. Hard to exactly replicate perfectly. Maybe it was the nervousness or maybe his luck had dried out, but this task did seem a lot harder than the bow now. Seeing as it was his turn, Oliver moved forward and would attempt to replicate what Deimos had showed them, trying to the best of his abilities.
Oliver chooses the wooden long-sword and tries his best to replicate what Deimos demonstrated!
Reaching forward, he plucked up a long sword. Was there a method to pick out the proper weapon? Probably. If there was, the blonde didn't know it. Deimos had demonstrated a set of movements, ones that he could understand in his head, but they still seemed complex. Hard to exactly replicate perfectly. Maybe it was the nervousness or maybe his luck had dried out, but this task did seem a lot harder than the bow now. Seeing as it was his turn, Oliver moved forward and would attempt to replicate what Deimos had showed them, trying to the best of his abilities.
Oliver chooses the wooden long-sword and tries his best to replicate what Deimos demonstrated!
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
